Several times he has snuck a toy to school in his pocket. His teacher hasn't said anything about it, but we've asked him to stop taking toys to school. We've asked him in the mornings if he's got anything in his pockets, and he says no. Then two weeks ago, he came home with a toy that wasn't his. He said he traded another kid his beyblade tip (just the tip) for the other kid's whole beyblade. That's fine, except it was his brother's beyblade tip he traded, so he came out ahead a beyblade and his brother came out behind (and did not know about or consent to said trade). Turns out he was telling the truth that he had nothing in his pocket, because he had put it in his book bag instead.
So I emailed the teacher and told her that BeYoYo had created an underground toy trading ring, that we needed the Beyblade back, and was she allowed to give me the other kid's parent(s)' contact info? I hated to put her in the middle, but didn't have any other way to find out the email address or even the name of the parent. She emailed me back and gave me the mom's name and email address. I reached out and explained the situation, and asked her if she would mind returning the beyblade tip if she came across it. She graciously wrote back and said she had it and would send it in her kid's book bag. We sent the other beyblade back and the teacher facilitated the trade do-over.
Meanwhile, my mom found an old fur coat at her house and brought it over. Beyoyo was disappointed that it was for me and not for him.
I told him I'd share it with him and he could wear it anytime he wanted. He said "can I wear it to school tomorrow?" I laughed and said yes, but he did not follow through with that request. He must've been distracted by all the contraband he was sneaking in or something.
Last week he asked spontaneously if he could bring broccoli when he is snack helper. I was honestly proud that one of my kids has a diverse pallet, and said of course. His turn for snack was yesterday, so on Sunday I bought broccoli, brought it home, washed it, cut it into one million pieces, and then put it in 23 individual bags like we are supposed to do. Yesterday morning The Boy alerted us in his best big brother alarm that something was up, and Beyoyo spilled the beans that his request to take broccoli for snack was "payback" for another kid who brought a snack that Beyoyo didn't like one day. So this child plotted this payback for over a week, and then I unknowingly played right into his elaborate pre-k weeklong plan. If we're late to pre-k from now on, it might be because we're having to do full pat downs before school.
I've never seen The Godfather. Is this how it starts? Y'all pray for us with this one.
